Hospital Massacre

Hospital_MassacreThe tagline is…There’s no recovery room at…Hospital Massacre…but shouldn’t it be Massacre Hospital? It’s also known as X-Ray and Ward 13 so perhaps there were some creative differences early on.

You want back-story?! You got it! A boy leaves a Valentine’s Day card for the prettiest girl in school and when he’s rebuffed, he strings her brother up on a hat rack.

Fast-forward (as you might be inclined to do anyway because of the less than stellar performances) a few decades and she’s all grown up and portrayed by playboy model and Hee Haw regular Barbi (yes) Benton who goes in for what is supposed to be a routine checkup….and

You want foreshadowing? You got it!
Her friend David: “Isn’t this the hospital where they had all  the trouble last year? Some patient ran amok or something.”

Hospital_MassacreKetchup mistaken for blood, dripping from the sandwich of a drunk? Stalled elevators? Knives ominously carving…cakes! Check. Campy patients writhing around in traction, um, double check.

There are some great lines like when one doctor says to another: “I’d like an explanation of THIS!” referring to the silhouette of a buxom Benton changing behind a screen.

This movie answers the question, who gets a blood pressure exam while topless, followed by an inappropriate massage?

Anyway, the denouement is pretty easy to figure out. This isn’t an elaborate satire of the for-private healthcare system. It’s a guy in scrubs who goes all stabby.

A FANTASTIC soundtrack, lots of surgical implements, a few frights and a hospital that really takes energy efficiency to heart with all the darkened hallways.

***1/2 (out of 5)

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Anvil: The Story of Anvil

Anvil“We haven’t got good management”.

They “toured the world and elsewhere” to quote the legendary David St. Hubbins of Spinal Tap, but these sad-sack rocker pioneers Anvil don’t have much to show for it. While they and contemporaries AC/DC, Ozzy and Van Halen once blew out eardrums at the Monsters of Rock, the rest remain perennial arena draws and Anvil…well, Anvil is invited to…The Monsters of Transylvania (attendance, 200).

Anvil: the Story of Anvil, follows “Lips” Kudlow and Robb Reiner (not to be confused with the Tap director), two Chosen People head-bangers like KISS’ Simmons and Stanley minus the fact they haven’t sold enough albums to  abandon menial side-jobs in the industrial hinterlands of east Toronto.

Under the watch of their foul-mouthed Italian manager, Anvil rocks half-empty nightclubs in Eastern Europe, only to get into a physical spat with a bar owner that results in a paltry 100 Euro payout and offers of complimentary goulash instead. And this, while being ferried to gigs that aren’t too dissimilar from the sports bars the band rocked back home.

In a bid to finance their new release, Kudlow takes out another mortgage on his home and is hired on as a telemarketer by one of his band’s diehard fans and bemoans (as anyone who’s ever had one of these gigs can attest): “You’ve gotta go against everything you’ve learned as a kid.”

After only lasting a few hours and realizing chunky down-picked metal riffing is the only thing he’s qualified to do he turns to his older sister for help. Then, in a touching scene, she keeps the dream alive of her indefatigable musician brother and percussionist childhood buddy by financing their comeback.

Slash, Lemmy, Lars are among metal luminaries citing the band as an early influence, while Anvil pins their hopes on an indifferent EMI. Luckily, the release of the doc brought them the recognition and money they richly deserved, briefly lifting what one critic described as the “pall of middle-aged gloom hover [ing] over the antics of Canada’s longest surviving death metal band.”.

**** (out of 5)